The Stolen Bride

On My Own

September, or is it October? I don't know; there's no damn calendar in this room. I know it's 2019.

Anyway, Diary, a man came in. He looked like a doctor.

"You're a man," he said, surprise evident in his voice.

I didn't say much of anything except "Please tell Michael I am very sorry. I only wish to see him. Please ask him if we can start over."

"I will see what I can do, but you may just want to give him time to cool off if you know what's good for you. Out of all my clients, Michael has the nastiest temper."

I nodded my head and let the doctor work on me. I didn't know how much time passed, I just knew I slept and the door opened. I felt a hand on me. I looked up and said, "Michael". I hugged him and kissed him, trying to remember when I first met him how Irresistible he was to me, how fine. Diary, he's still fine, even though he has the power to kill me.

Michael looked at the guard and said, "You won't be necessary, he brought himself another hour or two."

I looked at the guard and saw he had a gun. I said, "It's been two days. My time with you is up."

He said, "Yes, will you like to leave?"

I said, "Not yet, please, we haven't spent time together at all."

He pushed me away. "Whose fault is that?"

"Mine. I didn't listen. I pushed the button again. I was stupid, it didn't matter to you that I only wanted to spend time with you. It mattered that I did it again after you said not to." I said,

He pet my hair as he said, "Good boy, Matthew."

"Michael, can we start over, please," I said, looking at him.

He said, "You mean like start the week over and see if we should extend from there?"

"Yes please."

Michael looked hesitant at first but said "Ok I am willing to give you a second chance. I don't normally, so don't make me regret this decision, understand."

"I will do my best to obey you, Mr. Wraith, I promise."

"You can start by calling me Michael, I like that better than Mr. Wraith, sounds like you're talking to my father."

"Thank you, Michael." I kissed him again and he kissed me back.

"Lay on the bed," he said.

I did and once again he touched me. The little girl watched us, I started to say, get off me, but then stopped. She wouldn't stop staring. I felt my skin grow hot. "Turn around." I snapped.

"Let her watch, it's nothing she hasn't seen before," he said.

I said nothing then. I tried to hold back the tears and failed, but they were silent, and he didn't seem to mind them as he groped me, and he arched my back. His cock went into my butt, it felt longer than the last time. Harder and harsher. I felt like I needed a shower. I went towards my bathroom, and he snatched back my chain. Where do you think you're goin?

"To the bathroom, Michael."

"The door must be opened when I'm here," he said,

I nodded and got in the shower; he jumped in too. I started to say, please, I want to be alone, but he covered my mouth and lifted me a bit in the shower, slamming me hard. My head hit the tiles. I felt my head, and blood appeared on my hand. "Oww, was I disobedient?" I said.